I can see Art …

I can see Art in his garage working on someones car, I can see Art sitting on the bank of a lake fishing pole in hand, I can see Art sitting at the kitchen table telling stories and making sure the dogs had plenty of treats, I can see Art at his picnic table in the Pecan Grove, Stage 5 camp at the Winfield Bluegrass Festival handing out picks and talking to the folks as they go by, I can see Art sitting in his lawn chair .. cup of coffee in his hand listening to the guitars, banjos mandolins, dobros, fiddles, basses and singers for hours on end, I can see Art riding around the A-Frame house he built on his mower cutting grass in the setting Kansas sun, I can see Art smoking a pork loin on the smoker he built and mounted to a trailer, I can see Art waiting for the cemetery crew to finish closing my mothers grave just so they would do it right, I can see Art in the beautiful Kansas sunset, I can see Art looking down on me from above like a guardian angel. I will miss you dear friend, Stage 5 will miss you, but listen closely … we will play a song for you. Thanks for all of the wonderful memories. Goodbye for now … I will see you on the other side.